So, my son's chief complaint these days revolves around his height. Or lack of it. Unfortunately, the kids gene pool isn't working for him in this area, but ain't no thing. He's working it out. Making lemonade out of lemons just like mama said.
Today he told me the best thing about his height are the "hugging benefits."
"Huh? What's that?" says the oh so naive mom.
Well, G's much taller friend from the back agreed that when it comes to girls, G has all the advantage because he is the perfect height when it comes to hugging girls.
Oh. Oh my. Oh my aching ears.
I'm just not sure how much more of this I can take.
And we haven't even made it to 13 yet.
YIKES!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Let Us Never Forget
Today, we celebrate life and those who serve our country. We mourn the lost and remember the families that carry on without their loved ones.
It is so easy for the events of that day to become a fading memory. Something surreal and movie like. Beyond the grasps of comprehension.
This video is difficult to watch. Emotions that I can not describe well up inside of me. Yet, even though I sit here with a lump in my throat and my fists balled tightly watching this nightmare unfold again I am reminded of the reality of those events on September 11, 2001. A fresh perspective renews my appreciation for the liberties that we have in this great country and those who have served and fought for our freedoms.
It is so easy for the events of that day to become a fading memory. Something surreal and movie like. Beyond the grasps of comprehension.
This video is difficult to watch. Emotions that I can not describe well up inside of me. Yet, even though I sit here with a lump in my throat and my fists balled tightly watching this nightmare unfold again I am reminded of the reality of those events on September 11, 2001. A fresh perspective renews my appreciation for the liberties that we have in this great country and those who have served and fought for our freedoms.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
A Story in the Funny Category
I have this story from an event that happened last week. I've shared it with a few friends. They are still laughing. So am I. So I thought I would spread some laughter and share the story with you too. Because laughter is just good for the soul.
As you may or may not know, I have been struggling for over a year now with a hip injury that just won't seem to leave me alone. I began a running program almost 2 years ago and six months into it, my lame hip appeared. Well, I have attempted to resume a normal running program over and over and over again since that time. Unfortunately, I have been unsuccessful in my attempts to get back to a normal, pain free running routine. Which leads me to the funny story.
I decided it was time for another opinion with a different doctor. After reviewing my films from the MRI a year before, he informed me that I had a labral tear and wanted a repeat MRI of the entire pelvic region to rule out any other issues that might be contributing to the pain.
Off I go to the imaging center where I meet this weaselly looking little fellow that was sporting a shady looking mustache and smelled of a stale cigarette. He was just that kind of person that invaded your personal space and creeped you just a little more than a horror film.
As I lie in the ceramic tube listening to what sounds like clambering hammers with birds chirping in the background, I began to recount the previous conversation with said weaselly man. I'll just have you know in advance, that it caused me to laugh uncontrollably right in the middle of the second set of images. Guess what happened next? Repeat that set of images. Fifteen more minutes stuck in the tube. But, oh the laugh was so worth the extra time.
Your dying to know now aren't you?
Ok, ok. Here you go.
So, are you laughing yet? I still can't believe it did not dawn on me until half way through the MRI what he said. Does this guy know what he said? Does he really think I tore my labia? Was this some kind of Freudian slip? (Is that what you call it?)
Regardless, it's funny. Darn funny.Besides that, is it even possible to have that type of injury? Ouch. Again, I say OUCH!
As you may or may not know, I have been struggling for over a year now with a hip injury that just won't seem to leave me alone. I began a running program almost 2 years ago and six months into it, my lame hip appeared. Well, I have attempted to resume a normal running program over and over and over again since that time. Unfortunately, I have been unsuccessful in my attempts to get back to a normal, pain free running routine. Which leads me to the funny story.
I decided it was time for another opinion with a different doctor. After reviewing my films from the MRI a year before, he informed me that I had a labral tear and wanted a repeat MRI of the entire pelvic region to rule out any other issues that might be contributing to the pain.
Off I go to the imaging center where I meet this weaselly looking little fellow that was sporting a shady looking mustache and smelled of a stale cigarette. He was just that kind of person that invaded your personal space and creeped you just a little more than a horror film.
As I lie in the ceramic tube listening to what sounds like clambering hammers with birds chirping in the background, I began to recount the previous conversation with said weaselly man. I'll just have you know in advance, that it caused me to laugh uncontrollably right in the middle of the second set of images. Guess what happened next? Repeat that set of images. Fifteen more minutes stuck in the tube. But, oh the laugh was so worth the extra time.
Your dying to know now aren't you?
Ok, ok. Here you go.
Weaselly man: (in my personal space. big time) Here is the dressing room. Just get down to your panties and slip that gown on. When you come out, lock the door behind you. By the way, how did you tear your labia?
Me: (annoyed and preoccupied with this guys invasion of my personal space and the fact that he just used the word panties. i've never had a problem with the word 'panties' until just in that moment. it just seemed a little creepy then) Jogging.
Weaselly man: Really?!!? How long have you had a torn labia?
Me: (still annoyed with this guy and concerned about his awful body odor of stale cigarettes and how long I would have to endure that in this confined room) over a year now.
So, are you laughing yet? I still can't believe it did not dawn on me until half way through the MRI what he said. Does this guy know what he said? Does he really think I tore my labia? Was this some kind of Freudian slip? (Is that what you call it?)
Regardless, it's funny. Darn funny.Besides that, is it even possible to have that type of injury? Ouch. Again, I say OUCH!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Oooooo.....IIIII Caaaaannnn't Wwwaaaaiiiitttt!!!
I read somewhere the other day that using multiple letters is today's way of exaggerating what your saying. I'm not sure I can exaggerate enough how excited I am about this movie.
Reading it over and over and over and over as a kid, I dreamed about food pouring down from the sky. It's still a dream of mine. To hear a rumble in the sky, look up and be hit in the face with a couple of pancakes followed by raining syrup. (Mmmm...licks her lips, mouth watering)
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs in HD
Reading it over and over and over and over as a kid, I dreamed about food pouring down from the sky. It's still a dream of mine. To hear a rumble in the sky, look up and be hit in the face with a couple of pancakes followed by raining syrup. (Mmmm...licks her lips, mouth watering)
Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs in HD
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Four score and seven years ago
...not really. But close. Very, very close.
How about twenty three years ago. That's a little better. I stepped into the halls of Austin Middle School to embark on a journey through the best two years of school I would ever have known. In my seventh grade year alone, I got my first perm tragedy, I know but it was so cool then started wearing bras and makeup, got my period and I can hear you saying "TMI, TMI, Amy!" but stick with me. It won't be that bad. I promise! and my first boyfriend which also came with my first breakup. I Became real BFF's with a girl that lived just a few houses down from me, was introduced to Sweet Valley High and got my first pair of "high heeled" shoes which if I remember correctly, were no more than a pair of grandma like Hush Puppy 1/4" pumps. But they were "heels" none the less.
It was most definitely the best of times.
Tomorrow I send my son off to his first day of seventh grade. The same year that was so monumental in my own life. This year is going to bring so many adventures for G and part of me can't wait to see how it all unfolds, while another part of me would just like to stop time. Rewind a few years and do it all again.
But wait, that might mean diapers and midnight feedings again. Hold that thought!
It's funny how the first day of school becomes a time of reflection for so many people. As the first day of school nears, I keep my ears tuned because people start to reminisce and this can get quite entertaining. In the sheer joy of reliving experiences and adventures of years past, people tend to let some juicy details slip.
The odd thing is that when we celebrate G's birthday's every year I tend to think about this day as a moment in time; the actual day of birth; a series of events within a certain day that brought this beautiful child into my life. When the celebration really seems to point in the direction of the life lived up to that moment and what the future holds. But, I loose sight of that because of the sheer magnitude of joy that came into my life on that one day.
But to me the first day of school has become that celebration. Reflections of all that was accomplished the prior year flood my mind and my imagination runs wild with the adventures the new year will hold. This is mostly because I do a lot of comparing to my own experiences, which seemed to get bolder and more adventurous through the years. And that really scares the pants off me.
Happy First Day of School, G! Hope it's as full of fun and good times for you as it was for me.
How about twenty three years ago. That's a little better. I stepped into the halls of Austin Middle School to embark on a journey through the best two years of school I would ever have known. In my seventh grade year alone, I got my first perm tragedy, I know but it was so cool then started wearing bras and makeup, got my period and I can hear you saying "TMI, TMI, Amy!" but stick with me. It won't be that bad. I promise! and my first boyfriend which also came with my first breakup. I Became real BFF's with a girl that lived just a few houses down from me, was introduced to Sweet Valley High and got my first pair of "high heeled" shoes which if I remember correctly, were no more than a pair of grandma like Hush Puppy 1/4" pumps. But they were "heels" none the less.
It was most definitely the best of times.
Tomorrow I send my son off to his first day of seventh grade. The same year that was so monumental in my own life. This year is going to bring so many adventures for G and part of me can't wait to see how it all unfolds, while another part of me would just like to stop time. Rewind a few years and do it all again.
But wait, that might mean diapers and midnight feedings again. Hold that thought!
It's funny how the first day of school becomes a time of reflection for so many people. As the first day of school nears, I keep my ears tuned because people start to reminisce and this can get quite entertaining. In the sheer joy of reliving experiences and adventures of years past, people tend to let some juicy details slip.
The odd thing is that when we celebrate G's birthday's every year I tend to think about this day as a moment in time; the actual day of birth; a series of events within a certain day that brought this beautiful child into my life. When the celebration really seems to point in the direction of the life lived up to that moment and what the future holds. But, I loose sight of that because of the sheer magnitude of joy that came into my life on that one day.
But to me the first day of school has become that celebration. Reflections of all that was accomplished the prior year flood my mind and my imagination runs wild with the adventures the new year will hold. This is mostly because I do a lot of comparing to my own experiences, which seemed to get bolder and more adventurous through the years. And that really scares the pants off me.
Happy First Day of School, G! Hope it's as full of fun and good times for you as it was for me.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Confessions of a Snooping Mom
Time for a confession. I really need to get something off my chest.
I hacked my sons email account.
It all started so harmlessly. Just a few days ago he was still needing assistance logging into his account and I knew his password because, of course, I was the one who set it up.
But, one girlfriend and a weekend with his aunt later, he has secured his email account from his old mom. Changed his password. Without my knowledge. What is this world coming too? Who does he think he is?
This old mom won't be outsmarted though.
Know what I did?
Yep. Changed the password again.
I've never been a fan of IT folk. Not so great experiences with their kind in my lifetime. But, today more than any other time in my life I truly appreciate the power of the administrator role and have a healthy (if only temporary) respect for that role.
Want to know what I found? I know your dying to know.
Here it is..
GF: Hi baby I miss u VERY much:( 2 quick questions,,,, What makes u brake up with a girl? What makes u love a girl? I would brake up with a guy if I found he was cheating on me or if he wasn't a Christian. I would love a guy if he was funny, sweat, nice to me an my friends, and CARES for me and my feelings!! That is a good thing baby that u r all of those things to me!!!!! Luv u,, try to plz check u email more often plz baby!!!!
I hacked my sons email account.
It all started so harmlessly. Just a few days ago he was still needing assistance logging into his account and I knew his password because, of course, I was the one who set it up.
But, one girlfriend and a weekend with his aunt later, he has secured his email account from his old mom. Changed his password. Without my knowledge. What is this world coming too? Who does he think he is?
This old mom won't be outsmarted though.
Know what I did?
Yep. Changed the password again.
I've never been a fan of IT folk. Not so great experiences with their kind in my lifetime. But, today more than any other time in my life I truly appreciate the power of the administrator role and have a healthy (if only temporary) respect for that role.
Want to know what I found? I know your dying to know.
Here it is..
GF: Hi baby I miss u VERY much:( 2 quick questions,,,, What makes u brake up with a girl? What makes u love a girl? I would brake up with a guy if I found he was cheating on me or if he wasn't a Christian. I would love a guy if he was funny, sweat, nice to me an my friends, and CARES for me and my feelings!! That is a good thing baby that u r all of those things to me!!!!! Luv u,, try to plz check u email more often plz baby!!!!
BF: what makes me brake up wid a girl is if she is a deadbeat (wich ur not) and a total female dog. What makes me love a girl is her smile and how she wont hide her feelings and if she is nice, funny , and cares for me.luv u lots.reply SOOOOON lol
Let me just interject here that although their English teachers for the last 7 years would be mortified at the spelling and grammar skills displayed throughout their exchanges, I am particularly proud here of G's creative use of descriptive words in order to avoid using profanity. Did you catch that? If not, please re-read. I promise you will get a chuckle.
GF: awsome u rock
BF: u no it babe
Is it just me, or do you think she might be coming on a little strong?
GF: (tiger roar u know like the sexy way)
BF: ? idk
GF: nvm i will tell u later sexy
BF: by sexy
YES! YES! YES! He didn't get the tiger roar comment! There is some preservation of innocence still there.
Guess I have some explaining to do before GF takes that education responsibility on herself. I'm a little concerned about where she might go with that.
It's on my calendar for later in the week. Time for another of our mom/son dates at Chili's for some birds and bees discussion over Chicken Crispers, endless Dr. Pepper and molten chocolate cake. As much as I would really prefer to throw back a couple shots of whiskey before embarking on this little convo, I guess giving G his favorite meal will make ease the pain some...at least he will be less grumpy about the whole thing.
I'm sure there are some real critics out there who would like to tie me to a pole and give me a thousand lashes for even thinking of invading my child's privacy and, on top of that, posting it for the world to see. But, the great thing is when your a parent, you can do that. And not really care what everyone in the world thinks.
Besides, G doesn't read this. Neither does the GF. So, I think I'm in the clear. At least for now.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
A Heart of Gold
When I was in the ninth grade, I began to spend some time with this crazy girl I met on the bus. I had no idea then the treasure of a friend she would be to me through out my life. At least until this point...so, let's be careful not to screw anything up now D.
I could write a book about what this girl means to me and all of the things she has taught me and a few of the things that I have taught her (wink, wink). But, today I find myself reminiscing about her sweet, precious mother.
Good memories of an endless supply of Little Debbie powdered donuts, sweet tea, antique pictures and sweet lullaby's of children's music being hummed or tinkering on the piano warm my heart when I think of her.
In what seemed like the wee hours of the morning to a teenage girl trying to get her beauty sleep and recover from the adventures of the night before, there would be the aroma of coffee in the air and a plop on the bed and a familiar voice saying..."girls. girls. wake up and talk to me." She would gently rouse us to somewhat of a conscience state and we would rehash our adventures as best we could and nearly always with limited details because she was a parent, of course. We discussed everything from our friends and boyfriends, church, our choice of hairspray and lipstick colors (which happen to be Rave and Coral Rust or Wild Berry lip pencil plus from Merle Norman) and the happenings of the neighborhood pool where we both lifegaurded, calculus homework and when the next occasion would be to hit Casa Ole for our fix of chips and salsa.
Doesn't she look like she has a heart of gold? and be an early riser? and want company to rise with her? Just wait Blake, your day is coming too. (Photo compliments of your facebook page Kathy...thanks for sharing.)
As I was saying though...Words really can not express how important these chats have become to me. Priceless is about the closest thing I could ever say to describe how I feel about them. Of course when I was 16, priceless was not the thought that crossed my mind.
So priceless in fact, that my own child gets the pleasure of early morning wake up calls and chats of his own. Too bad I don't keep the endless supply of Little Debbie powdered donuts to ease the pain of those early mornings. No matter to me, I cherish this time with him and I know one day he will too.
Today marks the beginning of a new journey for Martha Ladd. At this moment, she is in a hospital in Maryland about to undergo a most significant, open heart surgery. She has had a sick heart for as long as I have known her and had gradually been deteriorating over the years. Her case has been through countless diagnosis, treatments and even lack of treatments because Dr.'s have been at a complete and utter loss for her condition is so rare.
Please keep her in your prayers today and her family. They are hopeful that the Dr.'s will be able to repair and restore her heart to a condition that she has not known in a very long time.
You can keep up with updates on Martha's status and post messages for her and the family here.
I could write a book about what this girl means to me and all of the things she has taught me and a few of the things that I have taught her (wink, wink). But, today I find myself reminiscing about her sweet, precious mother.
Good memories of an endless supply of Little Debbie powdered donuts, sweet tea, antique pictures and sweet lullaby's of children's music being hummed or tinkering on the piano warm my heart when I think of her.
In what seemed like the wee hours of the morning to a teenage girl trying to get her beauty sleep and recover from the adventures of the night before, there would be the aroma of coffee in the air and a plop on the bed and a familiar voice saying..."girls. girls. wake up and talk to me." She would gently rouse us to somewhat of a conscience state and we would rehash our adventures as best we could and nearly always with limited details because she was a parent, of course. We discussed everything from our friends and boyfriends, church, our choice of hairspray and lipstick colors (which happen to be Rave and Coral Rust or Wild Berry lip pencil plus from Merle Norman) and the happenings of the neighborhood pool where we both lifegaurded, calculus homework and when the next occasion would be to hit Casa Ole for our fix of chips and salsa.
Doesn't she look like she has a heart of gold? and be an early riser? and want company to rise with her? Just wait Blake, your day is coming too. (Photo compliments of your facebook page Kathy...thanks for sharing.) As I was saying though...Words really can not express how important these chats have become to me. Priceless is about the closest thing I could ever say to describe how I feel about them. Of course when I was 16, priceless was not the thought that crossed my mind.
So priceless in fact, that my own child gets the pleasure of early morning wake up calls and chats of his own. Too bad I don't keep the endless supply of Little Debbie powdered donuts to ease the pain of those early mornings. No matter to me, I cherish this time with him and I know one day he will too.
Today marks the beginning of a new journey for Martha Ladd. At this moment, she is in a hospital in Maryland about to undergo a most significant, open heart surgery. She has had a sick heart for as long as I have known her and had gradually been deteriorating over the years. Her case has been through countless diagnosis, treatments and even lack of treatments because Dr.'s have been at a complete and utter loss for her condition is so rare.
Please keep her in your prayers today and her family. They are hopeful that the Dr.'s will be able to repair and restore her heart to a condition that she has not known in a very long time.
You can keep up with updates on Martha's status and post messages for her and the family here.
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